camille

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[undread]

[she looks up from where she's puppeting pâté for a moment, and then looks away. pâté looks up, too.]

I don't know what to do.

[scrapdraught]

[Laudna....]

You don't have to know. It's okay if you don't. It's hard to think at all, when you lose someone you care about.

[God damn the fucking swamp and its stupid ass effects. Camille tugs her sleeve down, enveloping her remaining hand so she might safely put it on the other woman's arm.]

We'll figure it out tomorrow. And we're still here for you. I promise, I'll help you. In whatever way I can.

[undread]

[laudna doesn't seem to react much to camille holding her hand, but pâté will rest his head against her shoulder for a moment.]

Thank you, Camille. Please.